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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 month

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top 5 wips you’re most excited to write? :D

AH …. anon my beloved 🥺🥺🥺 tysm for giving me an excuse to talk about them!!!! i have a whole bunch but here are the ones i’m most excited for/planning to write soon :3 hopefully

TITLES ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BTW but if you know where any of them are from you get a big gold star ⭐️

it’s your touch that i need

the best friend’s brother!satoru fic that i’m planning on posting next….. i’m . Unsure if i’ll have time to post it this week but :’3 i’ll get it done!!! honestly i just think bfb!toru is insanely attractive so this is mostly an outlet for that but . i have a plot mapped out kind of… the unrequited love trope is just perfect for him but it’s Me so it’ll probably be less angsty and more funny/bittersweet !!

here’s a snippet from it <3

”you’re a good kid,” he says, and his smile teeters on the edge of something apologetic. mostly, it’s pitying. ”there are lots of people out there for you.” the weight of his palm on your head is usually a comfort, but like this? it’s a specific kind of torture. he ruffles your hair, as affectionate as ever, the same as it’s always been. not a trace of any romantic intent. there are lots of people out there for you. (i know, you want to tell him, but your voice is raspy and your throat feels sort of dry. i know. but i want you.)

hunter, you were human

my neglected mer!sugu fic…… our beloved fish man….. one day. i’ll write it out. i’m having some trouble deciding the order of events + general formatting of the outline so 😭😭 i’m a bit stuck. i’ll get there though!!! this au has angst potential but it’s Me so trust that this will be fluffy and nothing else. lots of banter and cutesy moments. i have a lotttt of thoughts about this au and character/reader dynamic so….. i’m. really excited to eventually write it all out!!! i love him sm :cc

“i don’t really like freshwater.” … your eyes widen. his voice is silky, smooth, like a silver river running from the forked tip of his tongue; a melodic lilt that makes you think of the lullaby your mother used to sing you to sleep with. a long, slow moment passes you by, like the rocking of a rusty ship. silently, your tongue forms around a bundle of words, your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. staring at the merman in your bathtub. “you can talk?!”

consider the hairpin turn

THE BELOVEDEST OF THEM ALL …… my extremely neglected best friend’s brother!kenjaku fic T_T my magnum opus even . i started writing it out a while ago but had to stop bc i can’t decide how to format it …. i think it’d be best to tell the story through a lot of flashbacks but it’s difficult to decide where to put what flashbacks in a way that doesn’t disturb the flow, yk??? but i do have everything outlined and i’m super excited to finally post it :33 someday… bfb!kenny is the actual loml i have so much lore planned for him. this fic is just a whole bunch of yearning and tension… the tiniest tiniest bit suggestive bc he truly makes me ill.

nervously, your gaze trails towards the stairs. worried, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. kenjaku notices. a large palm cradles your cheek; making sure your eyes stay locked onto his own. ”don't worry about him,” he soothes, a rough thumb smoothing down your skin. ”it’s just us here… just you and me. why don’t you take a deep breath for me, hm?” (you do. without thinking. as if your body was waiting for instructions, waiting to satiate this gnawing desire to impress him, make him proud. be good for him.) “now,” he exhales, in tandem with you, molecules mingling together. “do you want this?”

only in the next world

ANOTHER DEARLY BELOVED WIP that’s been rotting in my drafts for a while ….. 👉👈 i think that out of all of these fics this is the first one that i wrote the outline to?? probably even before i made this blog. it’s basically just a canon-aligned au where gojo navigates his maybe-possibly-feelings for you, a new teacher at jujutsu high!! sooo really just my attempt to write what i view as a more canon-aligned gojo and his feelings towards love :3 mostly character-centered fluff and slowburn… some office au vibes…. i’m very fond of this reader!! and i love this version of gojo so bad i really hope i can do him justice…

“they’re a softie, huh?” shoko exhales — smoke drifting past her lungs, mingling with the cold air, a stench of tobacco that makes him crinkle his nose. ”they are,” she hums, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. a dangerously knowing look. “it’s not often someone captures your attention.” gojo smiles. ”is that what it seems like?” he drawls, almost a chuckle. closing his eyes and thinking of you, the fading scent of your perfume. ”well, who knows.” (certainly not him.)

signs of affection

my sickeningly fluffy cult leader geto fic <333 bc i’m spreading the agenda that he is a puppy of a man towards his s/o. this one is just meant to be funny and sweet!! i adoreee the thought of him dating a retired sorcerer with a normal ass job so in this one the reader works at a preschool…. and they’re meant to attend some kind of event for the preschool + is offered to bring a plus one. mild chaos ensues (geto doesn’t want to be anywhere near your non-sorcerer colleagues but he also wants to support you so he’s having a bit of a crisis rn…..) i LOVE this one and i’m so excited to write it out <333333 i think this geto is the most endearing man alive.

suguru blinks, eyelashes fluttering, gleaming under the shallow light of the lamppost just behind him. illuminating the peach-dyed flush dusting his ears, those wide pupils. and his lips, glossy with something cherry-flavoured, soon to curl up into a smile — fond, fond, fond. melting into your touch, basking in your long-sought attention. if he were a cat, you’re sure he'd be purring. he places one big palm over yours, where it rests on his cheek, and he stares. silently, like you’re the only thing worth seeing; dreamy galaxies inside his eyes, all honey and star clusters, leaking adoration. a milky way of love. ”… another,” he pleads, nosing at your fingertips.

#TYSM FOR INDULGING ME ANON!!!!!!#these r all very important to me #anyway im abt to spoil where the titles are from bc i cant contain myself 😔😔#it’s your touch that i need is a pinkpantheress lyric (song: just for me) bc her music is so gojocoded and ESP bfb!gojo coded…#also the lyrics are very much in tune w the fic and reader being horrendously down bad #hunter; you were human is a lyric from one of my favorite mitski songs pearl diver <333 it just feels mer!sugu coded to me!!#but the song is a lot more somber than the fic #consider the hairpin turn is ofc a line from a richard siken poem <333 bc kenny is sikencoded and this fic is VERY in tune w you are jeff #that’s the name of the poem btw. you are jeff. it’s super good go read it rn !!!#only in the next world is a quote from my belovedest video game disco elysium :3 the full quote is:#“true love is possible only in the next world — for new people. it is too late for us. wreak havoc on the middle class.”#<- which is just. insanely gojocoded #aaaand finally signs of affection is the name of a persona 4 song that i rlly like :3 im not completely sure if that should be the title #but im going w it for now <333 #anyway if you read all this pls know ily. 🫂🫂 here’s your gold star ⭐️ !!#ask tag ✩

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shyravenns · 1 year

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#28 indulge your CoD impulses <3

#28: Sloppy Kisses [Decided to go with a rare pair for this one bc I've been thinking about Gaz/Ghost lately]

The scent of his sweat is everywhere.

It's in his nose, in his mouth, and fills up all the empty spaces in his head until his thoughts feel as heavy as the tongue that swipes across the roof of his mouth.

It's a bitter, heavy scent that envelopes him and scratches at that never-ending itch in the back of his mind. The part of himself that he thought he had kept well hidden under lock and key, never to be touched or seen by anyone but himself. A shameful curiosity that never went away no matter how hard he tried to will it away.

Gho-Simon, is everywhere.

Kyle isn't a small man by any means. He's well aware of his own strength, and of his own capabilities as both a man and a member of Task Force 141. He's stronger because of it. He takes pride in the underlying strength that shows whenever he flexes his arms or the appreciative glances that are sent his way.

He's faster, stronger, and so much better than the man he thought he would be when he first enlisted.

But christ does Ghost makes him feel so fucking delicate.

And no one has ever accused Kyle of being blind.

his head feels as if it's been dipped in honey. His thoughts slow and heavy as Simon works his mouth with the same precision, efficiency, and brutality that used to terrify Kyle on the field. Hands gripping his shoulders in a way that's so forcibly gentle it's almost as if Simon is trying so very hard not to crush him. He can almost feel himself trembling, and later when he's lying in his bed trying to figure what the *hell* just happened he'll realize that Simon's mouth tasted like mint, blood, and the stale aftertaste of a cigarette.

Just like you knew he would, the thought crossing his mind so fast that he gasps in the quiet darkness of his room.

The kiss is everything Kyle knows that Simon isn't. it's not nice. It's not even remotely sweet. His lips are still stinging from the force of Simon's teeth clattering against his, and he knows his lips will be bruised to hell and back by tomorrow.

It's sloppy, and honestly it's a bit disgusting but what is he supposed to do when they separate to catch their breathe and he can feel Simon's (or his? his heads too fuzzy to remember) saliva dripping down his chin? Tell him that they can't do this? Push the bigger man away from him?

Simon is looking at him with pale blue eyes that see everything, and Kyle can't think hard enough to remember whether or not he should give a shit about it. He wants to pretend that hidden within those pale blue depths, he can see the same sort of desperation that's crawling underneath his own skin.

Maybe that's why they're here in a cold corridor of their base. Hoping that no one will stumble upon 141's own spectre, and Price's Star Pupil caught up in their own little world for all to see.

he doesn't trust himself to ask why *him*. why not Soap or Rudy or that cute medic, but *fuck* if it doesn't make that messy little side of him purr when Simon's eyes glance back down to his lips looking just as a fucked out of it as Kyle feels.

He wants *more*. He wants everything that Simon will give to him, and he doesn't particularly care if this goes against everything that's been drilled inside of his head. he doesn't *care* if someone hears the wet smacks of their lips in the empty hallways that lead to their barracks.

He'll say goodbye to his dignity for now, and pretend that the whimpers that leave his mouth are his by choice. He apologize to himself in the mirror tomorrow.

Send me kissing prompt!

#yes I made gaz a sub and I am NOT sorry #cod ghost #cod gaz #gazghost #cod mwfii #call of duty #my writing #me #not art #writing prompt #anon tysm for indulging me LOL #I had fun with this #I just think gaz deserves to be kissed within an inch of his life

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xhdream · 3 months

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🫶🏻Seungmin and I will gladly come over, we're picking up snacks on the way there! Movie wise, I like thrillers and horror, but I don't know if our men would be happy with that👀🤭 also you guys take the couch, and we'll set up a cosy sitting area on the ground with some pillows and blankets!! (Good luck with work, you can get through it!!! Jooyeon sends love and appreciation hehe) -🎃

the more snacks the better!! the sitting area sounds so nice, i’ll put up fairy lights so it can be even more cozy for you ~ i love watching psychological thrillers a lot, and i haven’t seen one in so long… not a big fan of horror, but i enjoy watching it with a company so i’ll have lots of fun seeing the boys hide their faces under the blankets 🤭 my heart feels so warm rn

#tysm for indulging in this cozy delulu hours with me <3 #💌: xhdream inbox #🎃 anon #xdinary heroes soft hours

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stinkysdiner · 1 year

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i am VERY interested in how u think hugh and chuckles met actually bc thats smth i wish the game touched on

OMG i would LOVE to tell you about it. for some context on hugh specifically i do recommend reading my backstory on him here since it at least partly comes into play. mainly the fact that hugh was an actual magician and as such performed lots of shows.

i do plan on making a chuckles-specific backstory essay in the same vein as the others, and i’ll save more in-depth discussions/analysis for that, but…

at some point in the late 90s-early 2000s, when hugh was still working on setting up the entirety of his giant prismatology plan, he was doing a series of magic shows at different venues, one of which Just So Happened to be ted e. bear’s casino. chuckles was (technically still IS up until his death) the casino pit boss, so all acts had to go through him first. he was charmed by hugh, sure, but it didn’t really Hit Him until he saw hugh perform. call it love at first sight, call it being mesmerized by incredible magic, whatever it was: chuckles was hooked. he talked with hugh after the show (invited him to the back offices for drinks), and was pretty much instantly sold on prismatology. and the best part for hugh: he didn’t have to hypnotize him at all! chuckles was genuinely that much of a believer in him, to the very end.

#asks #anon #TYSM!!! thank you for indulging me i absolutely love these two and their relationship #i do think they have a Thing going on but have never made it anything official. probably never will😭#sam and max

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rosie-kairi · 1 year

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I really enjoy seeing your art!

Thank you sm!!!! I've been meaning to post more art but all I've been drawing is extremely self indulgent oc art djsjajaadhshs

Dont worry you'll see more of the kh scrunglos. Eventually lol

#ask rosie a question!#anon ask #Unless you want me to post extremely self indulgent oc art lol #But tysm anon!! Really means a lot <3

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allexiaah · 2 years

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Are there any songs (or other media) you associate with DBD characters?

Ayyy hi Lowkey, ty for the ask! Or asks if but I'm getting this one done because I've left you waiting for a hot minute lmao.

A song I've been listening to a lot recently that I can't pin to an exact character, but kind of fits DbD really well to me and I felt would be worth putting here as well is COUNT THOSE FREAKS by Whitey. Good chunk of the lyrics fit really well imo.

For DbD characters, I have a decent handful actually! I've made some playlists for them. I'll share a couple! Unsurprisingly, I have a decent chunk for Claudette, and for Philip too.

For Claudette, two I associate heavily with her are Quiet by Lights, and Plant Life by Owl City.

For Philip, I have Hollow by Cloudeater, Black Cat by Never Shout Never, and White Face, Black Eyes by AJJ. I have a WHOLE lot more for him that I feel really fit him, but I'll leave it at 3 for this.

For other characters, Nightmares & Flare Guns by Seb Adams is a song I feel really fits Quentin, Ghosts With Heartbeats by Plastic Patina I associate with the Nurse, Leopard by Jack Stauber I associate with Ace, and After Party by Air Traffic Controller is a song I heavily associate with all of the Legion.

Sharing music is something that's actually very personal to me, and something I really enjoy doing, especially with people I am on good terms with and really like, or want to get to know better. just people with good vibes to me ig? I've only rly described it right once, because it's very hard to place, but music is very important to me, and I always enjoy sharing it with people I think might enjoy it, or at least give it a shot, even if it might not be their thing. Feels like sharing a piece of my soul, kind of. I dunno lol.

Thanks for the ask again dude. Very good one. I'll get to the other one in a sec here! This was a very nice one to receive and to answer ^^

#allex answers #lowk3ylucky #ask #again dude. tysm for indulging in my garbage for a second lmao. or enabling it? something like that haha #ik usually its a funny haha allex still cares about dbd even tho its a shit game with the friend group but like #man its a hyperfixation. love these characters n worldbuilding so much. ive had a lot of fun with it. huge fan of it so #it means a lot that youre willing to send asks that give me the opportunity to share things im very fond of about this game #or little things like music i associate with characters and stuff like that #usually im a little disinclined to share this kind of thing on my own because i think it might bug ppl lol. idk my brain is weird #also if anyone read this far into the tags please know my asks are always open and anon is almost always on because #i really really enjoy answering these questions n stuff!! and i feel like i have an excuse to ramble when i get an ask about stuff lol #so if you ever are curious about anything i think or want to hear some of my ideas please dont be afraid to!!#sometimes im slow to answer hhhh but thats a me thing i PROMISE ill get to it. PROMISE.#my stuff #oof i wrote so much that prolly wont show in my tag search but fuckit im not deleting these LOL

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thenoodledart · 7 months

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IM GRABBING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHAKING YOU IM EATING YOUR OVA COMIC IM FROTHING AT TE MOUTH I FEEL LIKE NOBODY MAKES CONTENT FOR THE S2 OVA AND REIGENS PERSONAL HELL TRAIN LIVES RENT FREE IN MY MIND THANK YOU FOR THIS MY CROPS ARE WATERED MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY FAMILY IS SAFE AND I AM WELL FED. I will pay you ten million dollars just for having made one comic about it

JAHDJSJS THANK YOU SO MUCH

NO FR I SEARCHED EVERYWHERE FOR SOME ANGST FROM AND COULDNT FIND ANYTHING SO I JUST SAID FUCK IT ILL DO IT MYSELF LMAO

#i almost didn’t post it the first time on insta #mootie had to give me a pep talk😭#it was very very self indulgent #i love it #tysm anon🙏🙏#asks

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ameleii · 4 months

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hi!!! i have a SUPER cute idea for a little drabble for kalim, malleus, trey, and maybe even floyd! what if they were watching bluey with their s/o and their s/o says “i want to be like that with our kids” just super nonchalantly. who do you think would be flustered?

if you can’t tell, i’ve been on a bluey binge and i find the heeler’s family dynamic super cute :) tysm if you do this request!!

start a family || kalim al-asim, malleus draconia, trey clover, floyd leech

kalim's eyes widen as he smiles slowly, unsure of how to properly convey what he's feeling. how he's feeling. are you sure you want to indulge [name]'s little fantasy? the voices in his head ask him as the television continues to display the episode. "would you really want to?" kalim murmurs quietly as you turn to look at him, and you realise he was pondering an answer the entire the enter time. "if you'll have me, my love."

"one mustn't say things like these so lightly," malleus rumbles gently next to your ear, seating comfortably on the creaking and beloathed sofa behind you. "but what if i'm being serious?" you answer in turn, not looking back to see his face (that you knew was flushed). "then... then if you wish for it, i will make sure that whenever you are ready, you will be safe." as bluey's voice continued to chatter excitedly on the screen, you turn and lean into malleus, bumping into his firm chest. "i know you will, sweetheart."

trey rests his head on your shoulder, humming at your promise (if he could consider it one). "you would make a wonderful parent," he starts, his hand intertwining with yours. "we could open a bakery, and you could get your degrees, or certificates, and become a teacher, or do a phd, whatever you like. and we can bake together and maybe watch the kids sneak snacks when it's way past their bedtime and let them think we're none the wiser." "and maybe have a cup of coffee after they sleep?" "of course, kids tire us old people a little too fast, hmm?"

"ehh shrimpy, you sure? the babies would bite too." floyd raises an eyebrow in disbelief as you turn to look at him. "and? their father is a biter too, i wouldn't really put it past them." floyd humphs, looking back at the episode on the television. "and you're 100% sure?" "of course i am," you start, taking his hand in yours and kissing his hand gently. "i want to start that chapter with you, no matter when or where."

thanks for the request, anon! this was really fun to write, and i hope you liked it :3

word count: 352 words

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love-strike · 9 months

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coups fucking you against the wall bc he can easily hold you up

-hit sent

what movie did you go to btw? was it good?

a/n: hi anon !! tysm for your request ❤️

for this prompt i actually asked my wonderful bestie @mimikookie - and she wrote all of it for me!! so she deserves 110% of the credit here 🫶🏻🫶🏻 tysmmmm

also ~ it was the barbie movie hehe and it was amazing hehe

“I thought you said,” you say with a breath, “you had to work out.”

Seungcheol pauses in kissing the column of your neck.

“I am working out,” he chuckles.

He bounces you up higher against the wall as if to prove his point.

“Not like this,” you huff.

“Why not? It’s arm day. I’m working out my arms,” he states matter-of-factly.

You roll your eyes playfully. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m also right,” he smirks and resumes his trail of kisses.

This time, you don’t reply and instead indulge in the feeling of his mouth against your skin.

Seungcheol moves lower to kiss along the swell of your breasts. You quickly remove your bra when he does so, and seconds after, his mouth is on one of your nipples.

He flicks at it a few times then uses his mouth to suck on it, making you moan as you lean your head back against the wall.

“Need to feel you,” you whine.

Seungcheol hums against your skin to let you know he heard you. He moves to your other breasts as he presses you against the wall harder. Your arms around his neck tighten while your legs around his waist loosen.

Seungcheol’s quick to discard his pants and underwear—his black shirt already removed earlier. You can feel the tip of his cock teasing your pussy, and you whine impatiently.

“Wanted me to leave, but here you are crying for my cock,” he mocks.

“Was just trying to be good,” you say with a slight pout.

He smiles, brushing his lips against yours as he replies, “You’re being such a good girl right now.”

Seungcheol takes a second to align his cock before burying himself in your heat.

You moan out a curse at the pleasurable stretch, eyes briefly closing so you can focus on the feeling.

Seungcheol begins to move his hips a few seconds later. Your back slides against the wall with each thrust. His pace increases gradually and soon, he’s stepping away from the wall altogether.

After a quick adjustment of his arms, he’s lifting your body up until just his tip is inside before lowering you.

You gasp at the new position and glide your hands down to his biceps to feel the way his muscles flex with each movement.

“S-show off,” you tease breathlessly, giving his muscles a squeeze.

“You love it.”

And you do.

You love how easily he’s using your body to get you both off. You love that he enjoys displaying his strength in front of you. You had never thought you were attracted to such a trait, but Seungcheol has shown you sides of yourself you didn’t know you had throughout your relationship.

He continues moving your body up and down steadily. Each glide has the knot in your stomach tightening.

“I’m close,” you warn.

Seungcheol nods and presses you against the wall again, then he’s pistoning into you with energy you didn’t know he had.

“Fuck, Cheol!” you cry, legs trembling as you cum.

Seungcheol groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He pushes as deep as he can go before he climaxes.

You hold him close as he comes down from his high, stroking his damp blonde hair and muttering words of praise.

When both of your heart rates have returned to normal, he’s setting you back on your feet. He keeps ahold of your hips, so you don’t stumble.

“See? Who needs gym equipment when I have you?” he teases.

“Oh, so I’m just an object now?” you scoff playfully, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

He chuckles darkly. “Not in the slightest, but if that’s something you want to be, I can surely show you what it’d be like.”

His implication has your breath getting caught in your throat. Seungcheol has yet again awakened something deep within you.

“Only in the bedroom?” you ask because while the idea does intrigue you, you can’t see yourself being treated like that on a normal basis.

His expression turns serious quickly. “Of course, baby. And that’s only if you want to do it.”

You give him a reassuring smile while you nod, letting him know you trust and believe him. Seungcheol’s face relaxes at your grin and rubs your sides soothingly.

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you,” he echoes, kissing your lips sweetly. Though before you know it, he’s picking you up and heading toward the bedroom.

“Now, what else do I need to work out?”

#❥ ꒰୨୧ ・love.mail #mimikookie #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #scoups x reader #seungcheol x reader

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 month

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I looove talking about isekais!!! So let's play something 👀, I'm going to give you 3 possible routes and you choose the one you like the most. "btw sorry for my broken english"

Saudade

You and Suguru are childhood friends, you two grew up together in the same village. Your mom and his are very good friends so inevitably you two spend a lot of time together too.

You had a happy childhood, you used to have an older sister but unfortunately she lost her life in an accident that happened many years before you were born. It was very unfortunate but your parents moved on with their life, years later you were born

One day a mysterious person comes to the village, he says that he´s a sorcerer and that those “monsters” that you and suguru can see are curses. This person decides to talk to your parents and suguru's parents to explain the situation and tell them that the best thing for both of you would be to attend Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Your parents don't know what to do, they're afraid that something bad will happen to you, they don't want to lose another child but Suguru promises them that he will take care of you. Your parents still feel anxious but decide to trust him, after all suguru has always been taking care of you, he´s a responsible and trustworthy boy.

Time passes and the day to leave that village in the middle of nowhere arrives, you´re packing your things but can't find the camera that Suguru gave you for Christmas, you remember that you left it in the place where you and suguru go to stargazing.

you go to the place and when you arrive you realize that there´s a girl there holding your camera, her face is familiar and with a warm smile she greets you and returns your camera. You thank her and leave, “she was a very pretty girl” you think, “I wonder what happened to her, those stitches on her forehead looked painful” and with that last thought you and suguru leave the village and head to Tokyo.

- you have no memories of your past life

- Satoru, kenjaku and tengen know that that you´re not from their world

- Your cursed technique is weak

-you´re allergic to peanuts

Epsilon

You´re part of the Zenin clan, you have been blessed with the Ten Shadows Technique and Toji is your big brother. Everyone in the Zenin clan expects a lot from you and that´s very overwhelming, besides you can't stand how everyone in the clan treats your brother. Toji knows that like him, you´re also a victim of your family's excessive expectations so he does everything possible to give you a normal childhood.

And that includes taking you to Shibuya where you can go to cute cafes to eat desserts and where you end up meeting a boy your age with white hair and blue eyes who seems to like desserts as much as you do and with whom you can talk about your new hyperfixation of the moment, digimon.

Things are going well between you and your new friend, until Toji tells you that you shouldn't talk to that kid again, that “kid” is Satoru Gojo the heir of the gojo clan who was blessed with the rikugan. You know better than anyone how complicated the relation between the Gojo clan and Zenin clan is, so with great sadness you decide not to talk to Satoru again.

Satoru understands that you and your brother are in a complicated situation and he doesn´t want to complicate your life further. So he decided to respect your decision not to see each other again. You gave Satoru a keychain of his favorite digimon and a kiss, you promised him that when you two entered Jujutsu High you would look for him.

Three years passed and eventually Toji left the Zenin clan and to the surprise of everyone in the clan, you decided to leave with him. You and Satoru met again a couple years later in Jujutsu High.

- You have no memories of your past life

- Satoru knows there´s something strange with you… and he likes that!. You´re his first friend and he thinks you're something like a "singularity" and that makes him feel that you and him are something like equals.

- Everyone in the zenin clan (except Maki and Mai) hates you and consider you a traitor

- megumi is your nephew, and even though you love your friends in jujutsu high, you miss spending time with him

-you´re allergic to soy

Epiphany

You´re a normal person with a normal family or so it seems. It turns out that you´re a descendant of Michizane Sugawara, Your ritual technique manifested out of nowhere when you were 14 and is so destructive and dangerous that the higher-ups decide to sentence you to death. Yaga feels bad for you, you're just a kid and you don't understand anything of what's going on, so he asks the higher-ups to allow you to attend Jujutsu High. The higher-ups agrees on the condition that Yaga becomes your teacher and keeps an eye on you.

You don't know what to think, you had lived a normal life but when your cursed technique manifested , memories that were not there before came to the surface. None of what happens seems real to you, you miss your parents, your real parents.

The only thing that is clear to you is that you´re now a jjk character. The year 2005 has just begun and you have very little time to think of a plan because otherwise many people will die and many bad things will happen.

- You have your memories and a very strong cursed technique, but very few people trust you

- Having your memories back is a blessing and a curse at the same time, the stress of knowing that many people will die unless you do something it´s awful

- You are very close with Sashisu and Yaga but the rest of the sorcerers consider you a threat.

-you´re allergic to strawberries

HELLO??????? ANON THANK YOU FOR THE WHOLE MEAL YOU JUST GAVE ME WHAT

i’m in love with you. PHDJFJFH I GOT SO EXCITED SEEING THIS IN MY INBOX YOU HAVE NOOO IDEA….. the isekai anon of my dreams <3333 AND THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD AUGHHHHH

hhhh it was so hard to choose between them…. the allergies r very important to me too. i think i’m gonna have to let go of epsilon (as much as i love toru and toji!!) bc i simply couldn’t live without soy sauce T_T so it’s between saudade and epiphany!!! epiphany has the kind of isekai format that i like most, which is . any where reader still has their memories and tries to ”fix” the plot :3 so that’s very tempting!! esp since it takes place during the sashisu era…… but i also rlly love strawberries :((((((( could i live without them…? i’m not sure…………

okay so after thoughtful consideration i choose (to literally no one’s surprise) saudade <3333 bc let’s be real how could i NOT when it’s a suguru/reader childhood friends au (my favorite jjk trope Ever) AND kenjaku is mentioned ???? kenjaku knows i got isekaid????? i can see the interactions so clearly in my brain……. kenny being fascinated by my existance is honestly enough for me to pick this one but also. sugu loves me :3 sugu is my overprotective childhood friend :333 yeah. the scene you mentioned is also just SOOO interesting…. i’m assuming kenny took over my sister’s body 👀👀 the possible interactions with toru and tengen also get me so excited. there’s just so much intrigue!!!! and tbh i’m not huge on peanuts so i think i could live without them…

so. saudade it is!!!!!

#THIS WAS SO FUNNNNNN ANON #TYSM FOR INDULGING ME I LOVE YOUUUU 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂#also your english is perfect!!!! pls dw!!!!!!!#but god this got me too excited….. now i wanna read this fic so bad T_T #childhood friend!sugu the loml…..#kenjaku always up to no good smh #it’s sad though bc i rlly do love the idea of big bro toji T_T he’s . my beloved #thank u again isekai anon…. u just fed my jjk isekai craving so well <333 #here are some treats for u in return 🍰🍦🍮🍪🍓#ask tag ✩

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miss-hyoko · 1 year

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I just came back from prom night, it was a disaster. Can you make some happy prom hc with Riddle and Mallues please. Tysm in advance.

"I apologize for making you wait, dear customer. This is your order, a [Prom Night] gado-gado. Hopefully, the taste is to your liking. Enjoy."

Prom Night

Character(s): Riddle and Malleus

Summary: You're going to prom night with him

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, platonic but can be read as romantic, one-sided crush from the boys to make it more cute

Note: Oh dear, I'm sorry to hear that your prom night didn't go so well. Albeit late, I hope this hc can cheer you up. Psst, my prom night is also a disaster, so this is quite self-indulgent of me. Thank you for the request, anon 💕💞💕

1. Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle spends almost an entire week trying to figure out how to ask you to be his prom date. But facing you directly, his mind suddenly goes blank, and he ALMOST can't remember anything he had practiced beforehand. He make a small talk at first to calm himself before finally asking you to be his partner for the prom with a flushed face. Even though Riddle attempted to act calm, the way his lips lifted into a small relieved smile when you agreed to his invitation easily revealed his real feelings.

After knowing that you will be Riddle's partner for the prom night, Cater becomes very enthusiastic and tries to persuade Riddle into wearing couple outfits with you, making Riddle's face instantly turn bright red upon hearing that. While the idea itself is pretty intriguing for him, he doesn't want to force you to dress according to his style. After all, everyone has different tastes in clothes and you also want to look your best on prom night, right?

Although a bit stiff, Riddle's actually one of the best partners you could ask for. He will pick you up on time and even bring you back safely. Totally the "Yes sir, I'll bring them home by 7pm" type of a guy. And being a gentleman he is, Riddle won't leave you alone without informing you first or if you tell him that you want to enjoy some time with your friends.

When the music for the slow dance starts, Riddle comes up to you with cheeks slightly red and offers his hand to you: silently asking your permission for a dance. Riddle might appear strict, but he knew how to slow dance. And his dance skills are more than superb. With one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand, Riddle slowly guides you around the dance floor while occasionally spinning to the slow, rhythmic music.

Being a prom night organizing committee member, Riddle knew that at the end of the prom, there would be a grand fireworks show. Therefore, before the prom ended, he took you out of the hall to sit on a bench in the courtyard where fireworks would be seen clearly. Because it was night, Riddle draped his suit jacket over you so you wouldn't catch a cold. Sitting side by side, the two of you watch the fireworks blooming beautifully in the night sky.

2. Malleus Draconia

He probably didn't know there was a prom night until you asked him to be your partner on your daily midnight strolling. In front of you, he accepted your invitation with a nod and a low chuckle. But internally, Malleus' heart was already leaping with joy. When he returns to his dorm later, he goes directly to Lilia to tell him about the good news and then starts making a preparation for himself.

As soon as he heard from Lilia that prom dates usually wear matching outfits, Malleus immediately contacted you to ask whether you wanted to do it. If you agree to wear matching outfits, he won't hesitate to order new clothes for you to match the suits he will wear to the prom. Not only clothes, but Malleus also gives you jewelry and other accessories from his own treasury that he feels would suit you.

When he comes to pick you up, Malleus brings you a corsage/boutonnières of green roses covered with preservation magic to ensure they don't wither. It pairs well with the boutonnières he wears on the lapel of his jacket; it lets people know you two are a prom date with just one glance. After making sure that you were ready to go, Malleus offered his arm for you to hold and teleported you both right into the center of the hall. Arriving surrounded by green light, you two make the grandest entrance ever.

Being your prom date, Malleus never leaves your side unless you ask him to do so. When it's time to dance, Malleus will hold his hand to you with a small smile, inviting you to dance with him. Raised as a prince of the Briar Valley, Malleus is exceptional at dancing. With ease, he moved his body in a smooth motion, sliding across the dance floor so gracefully while holding you close.

After dancing with Malleus, everyone's attention in the hall immediately fell on you two. If their stares make you uncomfortable, Malleus will immediately take you out to take a breather, maybe to the woods behind the school or Ramshackle's backyard. Using his magic, Malleus summons fireflies to light up the surroundings, making it look like a scene from a fairy tale. There, the two of you will start dancing again to the sound of the night insects before returning to the hall for the rest of the event.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts x reader #malleus draconia x reader #riddle x reader #malleus x reader #gado-gado #🍽️_ordered #👀_anonymous

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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hey yall! i appreciate everything u do :] i wanted to know if you know of any bottom/sub crowley fics that heavily feature begging/desperation? if this is okay to request that is

tysm!! -haywire anon

Of course it's okay! Here are some begging bottom Crowley fics for you...

In Good Hands by tikli (E)

Thirsty Redhead Gets Railed By Blond Masseur

Reason Comes on the Common Tongue of Your Loving Me by Anonymous (E)

"Oh, yes, so very good, Crowley — oh, you were made for me, my darling," the angel continued in a low purr, tonguing along the length of Crowley's neck, sucking bruises along the line of his Adam's apple and making him tip his head back with a keening sound as he sank back down on Aziraphale's length. They both moaned, and as Aziraphale spoke again, his voice was low and filled with heat, filled with a possessiveness that made Crowley feel like he had caught fire that was consuming him from the inside out. (PWP with a focus on body worship and praise; lots of tender moments and sweet aftercare! Don't like, don't read, please!)

two mistakes make a… quickie? by revelations_chapter_six (E)

Aziraphale really hadn't meant to send Crowley that dick pic. But, fucking him up against the wall of the men's restroom, he's certainly not sorry he did it.

The Beauty of Indulgence by Ineffably_Yours (E)

Crowley and Aziraphale dine at the Ritz. (With a spicy twist.)

To Have and To Hold (forever and ever, amen.) by Theres_a_whore_loose_in_the_archives (E)

“Well you know I can have a terrible possessive streak, Crowley. I’m not proud of it.” “Can you Angel?” “Yes!! I mean look at this place. I can count on one hand the books I’ve let leave the shop in decades, maybe centuries. I’m greedy Crowley, I get awfully jealous at the thought... I can’t bear to let anyone else have them. I need to have them all to myself.” He was waving his hands around wildly. Crowley watched idly. “Alright.” Aziraphale was getting more and more flustered admitting this… whatever it was. “I need to have you all to myself.” He said, emphatically. Crowley chuckled. “Oh Angel, you’ve got me! I’m all yours.” “I need to show you, though. I feel that terrible… vice of mine come to the surface when I’m around you. And I keep having all these horrible thoughts, Crowley.” He took a step towards the demon.” I need to make you feel that you’re mine. Only mine.” Crowley put down his book slowly, paying full attention. “Ok.” The angel blinked. “What?” “Show me then.” --------------------------------- Aziraphale confesses an unexplored sin of his. Crowley wants to see it. 10 pages of possessive Aziraphale.

So Much More by ashaydamn (E)

After the onslaught of the Armageddon That Wasn’t, it seemed the only beings - organic or occult - left to occupy the space were the plants. The plants which adorned the bedroom, for instance, had found themselves in complete solitude for nearly the whole summer, by the looks of the slowly yellowing leaves on the trees outside their window. Wherever their master was, the silence and solitude was a nice change of pace from the typical leaf-shaking fear which accompanied the regular presence of the snarling beast that tended them. Today though, the silence was broken. A voice not unlike their long-lost master’s echoed through the wall, colored by affects of passion and exertion. Seems not only had someone brought home a guest, but if the muffled whimpers and frantic begging were any indication, it wasn’t their master that the plants should quake in fear of today. -- In which Crowley learns the consequences of cumming without permission.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #begging #bottom cowley #D/s #mod d

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lirational · 8 months

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can i req hcs of how hamel loves? sfw and nsfw if you can🌝 TYSM FOR THE FOOD

I had to poke someone into providing me her lines and profile stuff because I lack Hamel in my account. I hope you enjoy the food, anon!

I apologize for the late reply, my brain was not cooperating with me FHSJDHSJS.

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Hamel x Chief!Reader

Content warnings: NONE

SFW:

She does not like being touched by others, but she craves physical touch from you. This, combined with her lack of concept of time from being so long in the Black Ring makes each cuddle session with her last so long your arm might feel numb by the end of it - if she didn’t fall asleep in your arms while listening to your heartbeat, that is. At the worst days of her hallucinations, she would come to automatically seek you for comfort.

Though she wouldn’t mind going out with you, she prefers a more private date. It can be as simple as you cooking for her in her room or your own room, or even a cuddle session while watching movies. On that note, I think she would prefer a heartwarming movie, as something horror-related might exacerbate her hallucinations

As her profile states, yes, she will ask you to dance with her in her room. She prefers less talking with words, and more talking with her (and your) body, as she finds the body language to be more honest than words. Sometimes, the other Sinners are jealous of this, some jokingly saying that you got special treatment from the legendary dancer.

When you invite her to your room, she is endlessly curious, looking at things you own in a blatant fascination. This stems from her twenty-three years of isolation, sure, but she is endlessly eager to learn everything she could about you, and it shows. If you like cooking, she would hover behind you as you cook, even offering her help (unfortunately she can be kind of clumsy). If you’re more artsy, she would also try doing it with you, albeit with varying results.

Saying that she likes being close to you is an understatement.

Despite its, well, relaxed and less outdoorsy feel, no date with her is spontaneous, and veering into that NSFW direction, no sex with her is ever spontaneous.

NSFW under the cut:

As said above, for her, sex is an extremely intimate thing, and she will go out of her way to make everything perfect. From aromatic candles to specially made/purchased bedsheets and all the way to aftercare, she would ensure everything is perfect from top to bottom, and she would expect and appreciate the same effort from you. Be prepared to clear your entire schedule for that.

Service top, 100%. She would take everything slow, noting each movement of your body down to the slightest twitches, praising you as she gently unraveled your body. Not too big on marks, but when she feels particularly indulgent, she would leave a bit of lipstick smudge on you.

(This actually stoked jealously from the other Sinners)

She likes it when you tell how much you want her in detail, and while she’s open to trying out new kinks with you, she most likely wouldn’t be the one to initiate them. The one exception to this is shibari, but it’s mostly for the artsy side (I believe you have Enfer to thank for this). She loves the fact that in this state, you look like a gift to be unwrapped, a gift just for her.

When it’s your turn to initiate and prepare to have sex with her, she will go feral (for her standards, anyway) if you wear something partly transparent. It won’t be feral to the point of marking and bites, but you will feel it from her slightly harder grip and the thump of her beating heart.

#path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere #hamel x reader #ptn hamel x reader #path to nowhere headcanons

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spidervee · 1 year

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can you please give us something sinful with tangerine? that man has me in a chokehold 😵‍💫

some angsty/angry sex to scratch that itch, anon. I hope this is alright! tysm for requesting and, honestly, same damn it!🌻 18+ for general smuttiness and lewd innuendo

“Get out.”

The words just barely slip through your clenched teeth, a fortress that, right now, keeps your tongue in check lest you say something you regret.

“Piss off,” Tangerine scoffs, folding his arms across his chest. He stares at you, certain you’re going to fold, but you stare back, hands vibrating in anger as they’re clenched by your sides.

Slowly, enunciating it as though there’s a foul taste it leaves in your mouth, you say his name—his real name—and again spit out a near-breathless “Leave.”

Tangerine blinks, disbelief giving way to irritation before he’s turning on his heel and pulling a pack of smokes from his breast pocket. Along with a dozen other curses, he mutters something about not having time “for this bloody fuckin’ nonsense!”

And then he’s gone.

Hours later, he’s still gone. And it’s raining, piss-pouring, truly fucking wretched. And now that you’ve had time to cool off, to pace the small space of your one-room flat so much you’re certain you’ve worn a hole in the cheap flooring, you feel…guilty.

Because what had you even been arguing about in the first place? That you wanted him to move in but he wasn’t ready? That he’d let an I love you— the first of this situationship—slip over dinner and then promptly clammed up? That neither of you knew where this was going and felt so fucking intensely that fondness slipped into fucking and adoration into argument.

No matter. You could swallow your pride. Grinning, though your face still hurts from sobbing over the right cunt, you think of Tangerine. How you may just have to use that whole swallowing your pride line on him only just to hear him say that he’s got something else you can fuckin’ swallow, love.

But once you’ve pulled your wellys on and shrugged on a raincoat, you open the door to your flat to find a very soaked Tangerine on your porch, looking miserable.

“Swallowed my fuckin’ pride, love,” he says, though you can barely hear him over the rain, “So you can focus on swallowing something else, yeah?”

You laugh, telling him to sod off as you pull him in by the lapel of his expensive (and likely ruined) suit.

“You drive me fucking mad,” you whisper, closing the door behind him, already kicking off your boots, running your hands through his drenched curls, indulging in the sounds he makes when you hit a wet tangle.

“Feeling’s mutual.” Tangerine tilts your head back, unbuttoning your shirt to begin kissing and suckling at your neck.

Together, you try to make your way to the small bedroom at the back of your flat, a trail of wet clothes left in your wake. You make it about as far as halfway across the room before you’re pressed up against the wall, Tangerine buried deep inside you.

Tomorrow you’ll have to clean up the mess you’ve both made—mop the floor, pick up the shattered glass from the picture frame that falls after a particularly deep thrust, and—worst of all—fucking talk about your feelings.

#tangerine imagine #tangerine blurb #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #bullet train tangerine #tangerine x reader smut

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ssunkissedsunflowerss · 1 year

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“Say yes to heaven, say yes to me”

Request by @anonymous

Hey! I know this is kind of a weirdish request, but could you write like a really long fluff piece for lesso? Long fluffy fics always bring me loads of comfort. Tysm! I love your writing & your style, it's so beautiful to read

i do hope 3940+ words for pure fluff fic is considered long enough. if i add more, it would take me some more time to write and i feel like i have you waiting long enough already so hopefully this many words can scratch an itch, dear anon. crossing my fingers that this will be delivered to your fingertips 🤞🏻

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Wisps of fire dances under the sunlight. Their golden glow is peculiarly hypnotising, very reminiscent of the sparklers that you love to play as a child. Even as an adult, you allow yourself the occasional indulgence in such nostalgias for they offer you a sense of childish glee.

Have you ever felt the irresistible urge to throw yourself off the edge while standing atop some place high, a building, a balcony, a bridge? You do not dare look down not because you are afraid of heights or of falling but because you are afraid that one day, your impulses will win.

Today seems to be that fated day. Now, the bright oranges and reds are beckoning you to touch them. To their demands, you dance. Like a lamb to the slaughter, naive fingers dive into a sea of fire. It does not ravish. It caresses. Soft flames gingerly lick your flesh as your digits seek the heart of the burning red.

By the time you shower her scalp with gentle scratches, the bundle of warmth in your arms has melted into liquid butter, creamy skin very nearly becoming one with the creamy sheets. A sultry hum that you can both hear, and feel through lips moving against the dip in your throat is spine-tinglingly husky. A dollop of honey in a tumbler of rum that when consumed, douses you with pleasant heat.

Although you always go to bed nestled snugly in your cosy little haven, by morning, you always find a majestic fox taking sanctuary in your arms. Said fox, sly as she is, stamps tiny, delicate kisses to your neck, nuzzles your jaw with her soft little nose before emerging out of her hiding spot. You drown in her eyes, a mesmerising sage green, sprinkled with little specks of brown in the middle, that dissolve into rings of dark forest green.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You greet her with a kiss on the lips.

She on the other hand is smiling against your cheek, tracing your cheekbone with peppermint kisses. “Who are you calling a sleepyhead, hm?”

“Who, I wonder.” You squint your eyes as if deep in thought.

It earns you a chuckle coupled with a poke on the nose. “Can you blame me, ma chérie. You make it hard for me to get up.”

“Oh, so I am to blame then?”

You watch her eyes twinkle with mirth. The subtle curve of her lips grow into a sly little grin. She dismisses your question altogether, chooses instead to lock you in her arms.

“Come. Let’s be sleepyheads.”

“No can do.” Even though you come within a hair’s breadth of being caged in those stubbornly unyielding arms, you manage to successfully roll out of bed before being completely caught. “We have much to do today, Leo.” A pout has settled atop her lips, and when she moves to sneakily snatch you on your waist, once again, you succeed in dodging the surprise attack. The cherry on top has been getting to stick your tongue out at your lover as you flee the room with a wink that screams downright sass. “Get out of bed if you want me back in your arms, naughty fox.”

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“Naughty fox, was it?”

“I’ll show you how naughty I can be.”

You have no idea what you have hoped to gain by taunting the very personification of sly-as-a-fox. Consequences are a certainty. When the lowly husked threat has trickled like ice down your spine, you certainly have not been expecting to physically feel cubes after cubes of ice being shoved down your hoodie. To your horror, you find that the sly fox has not only tucked your shirt into your pants but also cinched the waistband tight to trap the unforgiving coldness there.

Willowy arms encircling your waist, you are hauled onto the kitchen counter. They keep you confined, offering you no reprieve from the icy torture. Trapped and helpless, freezing and suffering, all you can do is to bombard her back with tamed punches while you writhe and wiggle like a worm being exposed to salt.

“Leo!! It’s cold!! Cold!! Leo!”

“Well, it is ice darling. Ice is supposed to be cold. What do you expect?”

“Alright! I’m sorry! Stop! Please, I’ll do anything. Just stop, Leo!”

Intrigued by your bold statement, she seeks your eyes. “Oh?” An elegant eyebrow arches. “Anything?”

“Yes! God, yes! Anything. Now, put me down please.”

She complies, face the very picture of a cat that has gotten the cream. As soon as your fluffy-socked feet touch the floor, trembling fingers scramble to untie the knot of your sweatpants. When you try but fail, lithe fingers join you, dexterous in their movements as the knot is freed and subsequently you, of your suffering. Ice cubes clatter to the floor. Sneaky hands, meanwhile, have found purchase on your ribcage. The very tips of her thumbnails playfully grazing the tender flesh just beneath your breasts has your lips falling open in a gasp.

You swat her forearm reproachfully.

“Naughty is an understatement. You are an evil fox.”

Soft lips fall atop the little furrow between your eyebrows. After one, two, three, four kisses have tumbled down the slope of your nose, the fifth one is perched atop the very tip.

“Why thank you, sweetheart.”

It is crooned along with the sixth which is bestowed upon your lips.

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As warm flavours explode on your tongue after you have bitten into the sugary, creamy goodness, a moan has been your first instantaneous reaction. Then come the stars, bursting in your eyes as you marvel at the chef with those big, wide twinkles.

“What is this witchery?”

Four fingers and a thumb bookcase your cheeks.

“That, darling, is the art of baking.”

Tilting your head a touch, the little pout of your lips is met by a pair of succulent lips. A tender caress at first that escalates into gentle suckles. The milkiness and tiny glittering grains resting on and around your lips are meticulously plucked by the tip of a tongue.

Once satisfied, she hums, “Hmm, delicious, is it not?”

You feign disbelief at her query, mouth falling open. “Delicious? It’s scrumptiously divine!”

“I made yours extra creamy, practically doused it with icing. Do you like it?”

Another hearty bite into the sweet swirls renders you speechless. The fluffiness of the bread is impeccable; cinnamon sugar joins the thick, heavy cream as it melts on your tongue. Although every one of her baked goods always has you giddy like a kid in a candy shop, cinnamon rolls, in particular, are like ice cream in a room full of lollipops. You savour the taste of heaven tucked into a bun, reaffirming once more that they are indeed your lover’s best work.

“Like is an understatement. You make the-”So busy licking your fingers are you that you do not mind when you are cut off, delighted even that she knows you like the back of her hand. “-most heavenly cinnamon rolls in the entire universe, yeah yeah I get that quite a lot.”

With a pop, your finger is released, and you turn towards her at breakneck speed, stare her straight in the eyes.

“I would marry you if I could.”

“Oh darling,…” Crooned the woman in an apron. “…flattered though I am, I’ll have to stop you right there. These hands,…” Your eyes are immediately drawn towards those tantalisingly long digits. When they wiggle, you gulp. “…as dexterous as they are,…” She leans in, whispers conspiratorially. “…bake, and then some for only one person.”

After a beat, she winks. “My girlfriend.”

“Oooooh, lucky them.”

Index and middle fingers walk along toned forearms, teasing the edge of her rolled up shirt sleeve. A hand halts them by capturing your wrist. They are instead brought over to lips so soft that, when a kiss is pressed onto your fingertips, it is like touching silk.

“Lucky them indeed.” She initiates eye contact, and you hold it, unwavering. “You should teach them how to bake.”

“Oh I did,…” Fingers intertwine. A hand finds home just shy of your hipbone. “…over and over and over and over again, I might add.”

“And?”

“It’s great luck that we still have a place to call home.”

“Wow! You may be an excellent cook but you are a terrible teacher.”

Her hand has abandoned your hip in favour of pinching your nose betwixt a middle and a fore finger. “It’s not my fault that you’re always so scatterbrained.”

Meanwhile, her cheeks are sandwiched between the palm of your hands. “It’s not my fault that the love of my life is always so annoyingly, distractingly drop dead gorgeous.” You squish her soft cheeks before punctuating your argument by capturing her adorable little puckered lips. Your kiss, to her annoyance, is delivered with an audible, exaggerated “mmmmwah”.

More often than not, when you are being overly affectionate with your woman, her expression may suggest repulsion but you know better than to let it perturb you. What can be read on her face is usually the exact opposite of what she is feeling. You have understood since the very beginning that she is an intricacy, and after a few years spent together, mastered the art of discerning her innermost emotions.

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A beanie sitting snugly around your head, toes and fingers enveloped in thick socks and gloves, swaddled in at least three layers of clothes, bar the long coat, you are being carefully wrapped up like a Christmas present. Your beloved girlfriend has taken it upon herself to make certain that you are well dressed for your winter outing.

There has been a time when you have come home one chilly evening rudolph-nosed and shivering. Having unfortunately overestimated your tolerance for cold, accidentally underdressing for one day has left you with a terrible flu that has lasted for more than a week. Not only has she patiently and carefully nurtured you back to health, going forward, she will also go into protective mommy bird mode whenever you leave so much as a finger unprotected, especially during winter.

Currently, she is wrapping a muffler scarf around your neck on top of the turtlenecked sweater that she has already dressed you in.

“You act as if you did not just shove ice down my spine. Literally.”

“That’s exactly the point, sweetheart. Only I, your evil fox, get to torment you, my little lover.” Lips touch your nose, but a soft, fleeting caress. “Not even the weather is allowed to.”

Even though the cold is not necessarily your cup of tea, and it, too, is not Leo’s, she is not as affected by it as you are. Weak though you are against winter, you adore the weather. Leo on the other hand neither loves nor hates it. At the same time, while you love celebrating Christmas, she is not so much an enjoyer of festivities as a love-sick woman keeping her little lover company.

If you are the sun, then, Leo is the cloud hovering protectively in front of you.

Even now, while you look every bit the picture of a meticulously wrapped parcel, she looks as bare as the Christmas tree that the two of you have yet to finish decorating. She has on her body her signature white dress-shirt layered with a sweater over it with midnight jeans for pants, finishing it all off with a muffler scarf and a long coat. The both of which, aside from colours, entirely matches with yours. Compared to her other fashionable pieces, the sweater looks extremely out of place, the only thing that does not belong in her immaculate wardrobe.

You have just begun trying your hand at knitting, and the sweater has been your very first product. It is created with your lover in mind, but as a result of you deciding to get boldly creative on your first try, what is supposed to be a fiery red fox looks either like a rat or a dog that is terribly malnourished.

You have certainly thought that at worst, it would be fed to the trash can, and at best, it would be tucked into the darkest nook of her wardrobe never to be seen again. The more wishful part of you dares hope that she will wear it at home at the very least. You cannot both believe your eyes and stop staring at your woman when she appears in front of you, dressed in what you have knitted diligently, uniquely for her. She makes even the wackiest of colours arrestingly grand and you remember a small part of you thinking that it should be considered criminal. Meanwhile, the rest of you have been busy admiring her with unabashed wonderment.

If you have not seen your lover rocking questionable attires that will certainly look ridiculous on other people, you would have had half a mind to believe that she is the quintessence of beauty-is-in-the-eye-of-the-beholder. Not only do they look splendidly fine on your woman, it is not your personal opinion but rather a collective agreement that everything will suit her to a tee. After all, you have heard people marvelling at her elegance, seen heads turning towards her direction, which solidifies it as a fact instead of an opinion.

So filled to near bursting with love is your heart that you do not even notice, and if you do, you cannot care less that the two of your are inside a relatively crowded coffee shop when you have trapped her in your arms and attacked her with kisses.

Presently, you are stood outside the same coffee shop that is frequented by the two of you. The snowman out front has caught your attention. Hence, you have decided to wait by it while your wife goes back inside to order more hot drinks as per your friends’ messaged requests. It is amidst making a snowman of your own that you are approached by another. Since you are engrossed in giving the snow version of your girlfriend a face, you have thought whoever is sitting beside you to be the human version of your girlfriend.

“Who is that supposed to be?”

The unfamiliar voice, too gruff that it grates your ears instead of softly caressing them the way Leo’s does, startles you. The uncomfortably close proximity that you find upon turning makes you grimace. As you back away, you unfortunately trip on the thick lump of snow, but the imminent impact never comes. If it does, the ground that receives you has gentle arms that wind protectively around your waist.

There is no mistaking the hands that have explored every square inch of your body. All too happily, you melt into the solid wall of flesh behind you. While you look up at your lover, she gazes down at you, the furrows between her eyebrows ebbing away once a smile blossoms on your lips.

“Her.” You say this to the person still standing before you. “That is supposed to be her, my Leo.”

They either decide to ignore the obvious signs or are insufferably oblivious because instead of leaving the two of you alone, they do the exact opposite. They step closer.

“You’ve got a little something-”

Your guardian angel, of course, is not going to stand idly by and watch as someone else tries to touch you. So, she does the only thing she can; she plucks your chin delicately between a thumb and a forefinger, before angling your head a certain way so that she can lean down to capture your lips. Just like that, the false moustache is kissed clean. The kiss that is meant to ward off the unwanted advancer may have gotten a little out of hand but it does get the job done, because by the time your lips unstick, the bystander is no longer standing. You do not know, cannot care less, when exactly they have disappeared.

“Your nose is starting to resemble that of a rudolph, darling.”

Along with a second muffler that falls onto your shoulder, you are additionally pulled into her coat, being cocooned in her embrace. It is not the added fabric, you realise, but rather being nestled snugly against her body that makes the noticeable difference. Layers after layers of fabric cannot compare to the lovely heat that your lover radiates. Wings almost protrude from your heart and send the little creature soaring high into the sky when you feel warm lips on your forehead. They trace your hairline with satiny-soft kisses.

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When you feel the beanie suddenly being lifted off your head, you are not expecting it to find itself back in place just as quickly. The difference however is palpable, for the chill seems to instantly seep into your skull. You cannot help the shriek that escapes your mouth when more handfuls of snow are being dumped into your sweater.

Instantly, your lover is hot on the heels of the culprits. While she tackles one to the ground, the other manages to escape. The unlucky one turns out to be Dovey, wrestled onto the thick blanket of snow and subsequently being turned into a snow burrito. Having successfully avoided becoming a snow burrito herself, Anemone cackles like a madwoman at the suffering of her partner in crime. Her victory is but transient. She is proved to be the unluckier of the two as soon as a sizeable ball of snow collides with her face. With most of the snow going straight into her open mouth, poor Anemone is left to cough and sputter. After getting rid of the snow inside both your beanie and sweater, you join the fray just in time to assist your lover while she is being double-teamed.

And thus, begins war. The four of you spend a good minute running and rolling in a white velveteen sea, screaming and giggling like a bunch of toddlers. The war ends with both ally and enemy teams creating snow angels. Afterwards, since Leo has not been able to wait in line until her turn arrives, for she has practically run to your side, the four of you find yourself once again in the coffee shop.

While you and Anemone have taken the duty of finding a spot to sit and chat, the two best friends have agreed to go and place the orders.

“How you get the grinch to enjoy Christmas is beyond my comprehension. Always was and always will be.” grumbles Anemone as she plops herself down on the couch opposite you.

“Is she truly that fussy? She has always complied with my wishes without any complaints.”

“Ugh, you have no idea!”

You do not get to expand further on the subject for Leo and Dovey return with your drinks almost immediately.

Having a sweet tooth, but at the same time, not wanting to go for something overly sweet, you have ordered a chocolate drink. From dark chocolate fudges, chocolate wafers, warm drizzles of milk chocolate to fluffy white cream dusted with dark chocolate, it has everything that will satisfy your cravings as well as balance the sweetness with a hint of bitterness.

Finding upon taking a sip that Leo, too, will find it palatable, you offer the drink to her. She obliges as she always does with you, but between eating with a spoon and sipping through the straw, she chooses neither. Instead, you are rendered pleasantly surprised by her mouth finding yours.

“Get a room.”

The groan from Anemone does nothing to make her budge. If her friend has wanted her to stop with her comment, it has an entirely opposite effect.

“Get a lover if you’re jealous.”

While poor Anemone almost chokes on her drink again, Dovey cannot help but laugh into her hand.

“Ouchie.”

What you love about their friendship is that regardless of the endless quips being thrown around like nobody’s business, they have gone past the point of being truly offended by them. The three of them go way back, and over the course of time, their friendship has evolved into a familial bond. Leo has not only waltzed into your life alone but she has also brought with her, and subsequently into your life, Dovey and Anemone, who have welcomed you with open arms. You feel infinitely lucky to be a part of this little family.

From catching up with each other’s lives to reminiscing about the days of yore, the four of you talk about anything and everything. Even though you can still go on for days and never run out of things to say, the shop needs to close. So it is with great reluctance that you part ways. By the time goodbyes have been said, stars are already hanging overhead.

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Delightful twinkles and colourful Christmas lights light your way home as the pair of you walk hand in hand. Your interlaced fingers are hidden in the pocket of your lover’s coat.

“Do you remember the very first time our paths crossed?”

“How can I forget? I spilled coffee onto you.”

“That, my darling, was not how you first caught my eye.” Puzzled and intrigued, you search her face. When she meets your gaze, you marvel at their beauty. It is as if the fallen stars have found sanctuary in her eyes. “Have you ever wondered that perhaps you bumping into me was my carefully crafted machination?”

“Was it, now?”

A perfect eyebrow arches. “Do I seem the type to ask someone for compensation through coffee dates had I not been interested in them in the first place?”

“Oh, so they had been dates! I thought I was just, well, compensating you for ruining your pristine white shirt.”

“Silly girl.”

“You were still charmed by this silly girl, were you not?”

“Indeed I was, and I am, still.”

“In all seriousness, Leo, from the very beginning, the feelings were incredibly mutual.”

“I know, darling. I waited for a while to see if you would make the first move.”

“I’ve never told you this before but the coffee that was spilled onto you…it was bought with you in mind. Although our methods were not entirely flawless, we both got what we wanted in the end.”

“Each other.”

It is under a lamppost that she stops you.

“You said you’d do anything.” It seems like there is more to her words than that, so you poise for elaboration. Out of the blue, she falls to one knee, and you watch with bated breath as her hand disappears into the other coat pocket. The hand, once vacant, returns with a small velvet box.

“Say yes to me.”

“As it so happens…” Fishing out your own velveteen box, you mirror her stance. “I’ll say yes only if you do too.”

The shocked expression on her face dissolves into a smile before the both of you let out a laugh in unison.

“Were you carrying it around everywhere you went?”

“No. I requested Anemone to pick it up for me on her way. You?”

“Same but Dovey.”

“Well, what will you say, woman?”

“There is only one correct answer.”

“Which is?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“Then, without question, my answer is also yes.”

They are both simple platinum bands with a single gem in the middle. While the band with gem the hue of Leo’s hair comes to rest on your ring finger, the band with gem the shade of your eyes goes to find home on your wife’s ring finger.

“Oh my dearest Leo, I love you so.”

When you throw yourself into her arms, she receives you with great enthusiasm. Standing up with you locked tightly in her embrace, she spins the two of you around before your vows are sealed with a kiss.

“I love you more, my darling angel.”

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